Don't worry if you've sent in a request & haven't seen it yet~ I'm being notoriously slow, and other bunnies are nibbling.

His day, Jazz decided, could not get any worse.

His morning had started with his alarm going off an hour early due to daylight savings, and his chronometer hadn't recalibrated with the adjustment. Stumbling down to the washracks in his half-asleep state, Jazz turned on the taps to find that there was no water, but in fact a dark, black sludge instead.

Cursing the pranksters to the pits and back, Jazz had to make do with using a sponge and a bucket of rainwater.

And then, just when Jazz thought it couldn't get any worse, he found out that yes. It could.

The Decepticons decided that they'd been quiet for long enough, and had launched an attack on a power plant on the other side of the world. Even with all of the flight-capable mechs, they were too late to stop the power plant from being put out of commission until the humans repaired it.

That, and the Decepticons had produced a brand new weapon. A weapon Jazz didn't know about.

Gritting his teeth as he ducked behind the remains of a wall that helpfully provided him cover, Jazz silently scolded himself for letting such important information get past him. He was meant to know this stuff! He was special ops, nothing got past him!

He knew he should have planned an infiltration mission!

There was the whine and clatter of a grenade hitting the wall, and Jazz loudly swore as he vaulted over it and sprinted away. The explosion caught him, picking him up off his feet and launching him a couple of meters. A quick self-diagnostic told Jazz he could walk it off, although the ringing in his audials might last a bit longer. It sounded as though he was underwater with cotton wool wrapped around his helm.

Carefully picking himself up from where he fell face-first in the ground, Jazz took stock of the situation.

The Autobots seemed to be holding their ground, protecting the humans and the remains of the power plant. Optimus was nowhere to be seen, but the loud shouts of 'Megatron', soon followed by 'Prime' told Jazz that he had found his nemesis and was most likely preoccupied with him. The twins were dancing around in the air with the seekers they'd hitched a ride on, Ratchet was wearily watching below as he quickly patched up a wounded Ironhide, and Prowl-

Was running straight at him.

His mouth was moving, but Jazz couldn't hear him. He could just barely hear the explosions around him.

As Prowl got closer, his voice became clearer.

"-azz! Get down!"

Turning to look behind him, Jazz saw just what Prowl was panicking about.

The new weapon was prepped and primed, the energy the Decepticons had just stolen fueling it. Purple streams of light spiraled around the barrel, concentrating into a ball at the end of it.

And it was aimed right at him.

Jazz ducked just as Prowl reached him, the mech covering him with his own body. Jazz never heard the whine of the weapon as it fired, never heard the sound of Starscream laughing. He didn't even hear himself scream.

He awoke with a groan and a heavy weight on his back. His arms were bound uncomfortably behind him, and he could feel something else tied in with them, although he was too disorientated to know what.

The small portion of his body that Prowl wasn't covering – his right leg, to be precise – hurt like it'd been dragged through a blazing inferno and back again only to be bashed repetitively with a sledge hammer. From what Jazz could tell though, it hadn't been burned.

He didn't know where he was, although the damp, rusting walls hinted that he was likely underwater and so he was probably on the Nemesis. What he could see of the room was dark and thrown into shadow, the only light coming from his dim visor. There were no doors or windows for light to pool in through.

He was alone.

At least, he thought he was alone, until he realized the sounds coming from behind him weren't just his audials trying to recalibrate like Jazz had thought. No. There was someone behind him with labored breathing, and now Jazz thought about it, he noticed that his back was particularly sticky.

They were injured. Badly.

Jazz tried to speak, but his vocalizer just spat out static. Gritting his teeth and resetting it, Jazz tried again.

"H-hey? Mech, ya with meh?"

The other mech released a sigh, but as their body sagged slightly their breath suddenly hitched and the mech sat bolt upright again. Jazz felt something scrape against his back, and with a sinking feeling he thought he might know who the mech was.

"Prowler? Ya alright?"

"How do you do that?" Prowl asked, breath slightly wheezy.

"Ah've got a sixth-sense. Ya don't sound too good."

"I received a direct hit from the weapon." There was a cough and a small splattering noise. "I don't remember much, but the Decepticon medic had the spark to patch me up so I'd at least make the night."

"Ah'm sorry ya had ta take it for me." Jazz mumbled, feeling guilty. It was his fault Prowl had gotten hit – he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.

"You couldn't hear. I'd rather be like this than you be deactivated."

"Aww, Prowler! Ya do care!"

"Don't get too hopeful."

Jazz turned to pout at him, but was stopped short when Prowl let out a hiss of pain and arched away. They couldn't move far from each other – as it turned out, they'd been bound together at the arms – so Jazz tried his best to not lean against Prowls back. Obviously, his doorwings had sustained quite a bit of damage.

"Sorry." Jazz quickly spluttered. "Ya wings, right? How bad is it?"

"I've dialed down their sensitivity as much as I can, however they are still rather painful. I believe one may require a complete overhaul."

Jazz winced. "Ah'm sorry, if Ah noticed that grenade, we wouldn't be in this mess…"

"We know that we were the only victims. The weapon requires too much energy and the charge up time is great." Prowl wheezed, swallowing hard before continuing. "The battle likely finished quickly, as both yourself and I fell. The Autobots would have been angry, forcing the Decepticons to retreat. It's just unfortunate that they took us with them."

Jazz nodded, but quickly stopped himself when he realized that Prowl wouldn't see the movement. "Ah wonder if they know where we are."

"We're most likely in the Decepticon base. I'm detecting a lot of humidity in the air."

Jazz was tempted to reply 'no shit', but he didn't think Prowl would appreciate his humor. He never did, much to Jazz's dismay. The mech was too serious, always thinking about work and forgetting to refuel and recharge, pulling triple shifts when he really shouldn't.

Deciding that it was better to reminisce about the mech when they weren't there, Jazz filed away those thoughts for later. Prowl would likely not appreciate the warm feeling Jazz got in his chest whenever he thought about him.

Aaand now Jazz was thinking about it again. Quietly cursing, he tried to move his damaged leg so his mind would be preoccupied with something else.

Not a good idea.

Shooting, searing pain shot up his leg and right up his back, causing Jazz to hiss and cry out in pain. That immediately gained Prowls attention.

"Jazz? Jazz, are you okay?"

"Fine" Jazz gasped out in a strangled voice, his leg pulsating. "Meh legs busted, Ah moved it without thinkin'."

"How bad is it?"

"Self diagnostic's tellin' meh that it's pretty damn fragged."

"Jazz that's not particularly clear-"

"Nah, that's what my self diagnostic's literally tellin' meh. It's got an attitude."

"This isn't time for jokes." Prowl managed to snap, despite his lack of breath.

"Ya just worry 'bout yaself, alrigh'? Ya don't sound good at all."

Prowl didn't reply, and Jazz soon found out why.

He looked up and saw that the room was significantly lighter than before, and the sound of a door being unlocked came from behind. As it flung open on its rusty hinges, Jazz could see the shadows of himself and Prowl, and the mecha at the door.

Prowls doorwings weren't in sight.

"Complete overhaul my aft, they're not even there." Jazz thought to himself.

Concentrating on the shadow he could see, Jazz realized with a sinking feeling who it was.

Shockwave.

Jazz didn't know he was on Earth, and from the low growl Prowl made, neither did he.

This was going to be a long night.

And as always, if there's something you wanna see or if you wanna request anything, don't be shy~ (I've gotta go back to hospital, unfortunately)

~Llama